"Monks"
Mishima Things to Do Tip by chodearm

I'm at our house in Japan, Yuki is in the shower, its just the two of us. I hang shirtless regulary and today was no exception.

"DING DONG" the door bell rings.

I swing the door open to find a monk before me. His face spells out a suprised look as I spill forward the same. We study each other for a breif second, he makes a grunt sound and pushes past me. His robe grazes my arm hair sending tori hara (chicken skin, our equivalent to Goose Bumps) covering my epidermis, on this humid semi-tropical day. He contines quickly removing his two toed foot pieces and darting into the tatami room (traditional Japanese room, you know with the screens and all). Shortly I hear moans and groans arising with taps and rings of bells. With utter confusion and fright I run to the bathroom, rip the door open and notify Yuki of the wild bandit monk.

"Its fine Johnny, he comes every year during Obon to bless the shrine in the Tatami room."